[Ghostface Killah] Where's my horse? {shouts} de Andre! {makes horse sounds} Andre? Yo! Throw me in a mosh pit I'm liable to start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it in for a classic killing If I turn my back and walk that means I’m chilling Got bitches in mi casa boiling fresh lobsters But I don’t do the shellfish I’m a just eat pasta Turkey Italian sausage chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home like an elite mobster Love my onions diced up real little, wifed up! Gotti trench men is real brittle Poke your nose is where I go with the capos 11 Sammy the Bull's ready to wack those I'm half black yo, half oregano That's half Italian yo who he I'm from that Island yo Staten crushing niggas like aspirins Commissioner Kelly I'll kill your captain That's word to my bitch that's laid off That little patch in the pussy word I ate it all Team moved with hands in the air like Adolf Hand me a big drink bet I spray it off
La Costra Nostra La Familia Violate my family ties and I’m a kill y’all Mi amor dame un beso y Capitan ghettio hot sauce on my Speghetti-O's Papi Wardrobe Mexican handle with ho's All my gutter gang crew got border patrol Like Zorro when I come through black sombrero, what! What 2 in the holster my code names Daryl Ride off in the sunset Stark in the barrel My boots on my horse named White Boy John Rock the side of that bitch great Mexican song Ass hanging off the brunt don't ever look at me wrong And my heart beats strong like Julio on guzziii Up in the Arizona desert where the shit get ugly All my Staten Island riders ride or die honchos Get cream all day leave our ponchos We bull fighting niggas wrestle with broncos My team stay tight like Silver & Tonto Carry a long whip yo I’ll whip your ass Hard head Mexican dope mixed with hash Machete behind door where the rip and the slash Desperado kids me and Ghost back at last
Toma, Toma Mericon! Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe bring it to them!
[Trife:] Cinco De Mayo imported guns from Cairo Got back with the toast and beat the charge like rhino This bitch who's albino I met her out in Chi-Town while I was out in Greek town ordering Gyros The bad bitch keep a tool in her bible Quick to murder her rivals and her pops was a gangsta Disciple He Killed about a thousand Vice Lords guns and knife wards The feds came for him so he slid to the knife ward Down in the N.O. And right before he left he wrote his daughter a memo left stacks in a Benz-o They got hot niggas selling giving out the info He paranoid every 20 seconds out the window Blow it into limbo he spazzed on Lorenzo He smashed him in the head with his own son’s Nintendo About a week later the boys came and rushed him Kicked down his door while he was sleep they cuffed himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
